Mystic Clan of the P

A melodious yet icy female voice echoed in his ear. Lu Jiangxian faintly saw a blurred face, but couldn't make out anything clearly.,Lu Jiangxian saw the sky, vast as the ocean, and the dense, endless primeval forest. Not far away was a crescent-shaped small lake, where in that direction, a streak of white light glided into the rippling water.,Remembering the past silently, Lu Jiangxian had a splitting headache. All he could recall was himself collapsing on his bed, weak and drained. The smoke from his rental room and the neon lights flickered around him.。